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John was grateful for the lengths that Sherlock had gone to save him from his violent, mentally ill sister. John knew if Sherlock hadn't acted as he had, Rosie would live out her childhood in care. As John sat on his couch and held his baby girl, he wished he'd handled the situation with Sherlock differently, but he'd burned his bridges with his best friend. Mary wouldn't have been happy with him. He should have trusted her and not blamed the man who he had tried to love. John startled when there was a knock on the door. Getting-up with Rosie, he walked across the room and looked out the peephole.
Opening the door to Sherlock, he was surprised that Rosie had held her arms out to the consulting detective. Sherlock looked to John to be startled, but took Rosie from him and held her up to closely examine.
"I'm sorry," John said as he watched Sherlock bounce his infant daughter.
"Does that mean you want to come home to Baker Street?" Sherlock asked.
John nodded his head trying to hide his feelings, but his eyes were wet and he was sure that Sherlock would notice.
"Good," Sherlock said. "The moving lorry is outside. The movers will help you pack while Rosie and I get to know each other."
John stepped into Sherlock's personal space and rested his forehead against Sherlock's
'Why are you doing that?" Sherlock asked.
"I love you," John said, realizing what he'd blurted out to the man who was probably asexual.
"How?" Sherlocks asked.
"What are you asking me" John asked.
"How do you love me?" Sherlock asked.
"Anyway you'll let me," John said.
Sherlock allowed himself to smile as he thought it probably didn't matter how John loved him as long as he was loved.